| Twenty different dresses across my bed
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| So many questions inside my head
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| A simple dinner that I cooked for hours
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| He brings a mason jar and a bunch of flowers
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| The storm is coming
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| Over on the mountain is flashing light
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| I could swear I’m feeling it here tonight
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| Just a little bit
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| I know I have been wrong
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| The wind is picking up, but we don’t say a thing
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| What if I’m the only one who feels it happening?
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| The leaves are all aflutter on the lilac tree
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| He’s sitting at the table, and he’s looking at me
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| The storm is coming
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| And my heart says
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| Girl you gotta know
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| That it’s all coming down, coming down
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| Over on the mountain is flashing light
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| I could swear I’m feeling it here tonight
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| Just a little bit
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| I know I have been wrong
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| Tell me is it time, can I let the wind blow
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| Open up my heart like a window
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| Just a little bit
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| Like a window
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| Just a little bit
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| It’s out on the horizon, but it’s coming near
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| He stands behind me and whispers in my ear
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| «The storm is coming»
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| Over on the mountain is flashing light
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| I could swear I’m feeling it here tonight
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| Just a little bit
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| I know I can’t be wrong
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| Tell me is it time, can I let the wind blow
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| Open up my heart like a window
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| Just a little bit
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| Like a window
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| Just a little bit
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| Like a window, just a little bit |